Hey i'm back. It's been a while since I last had any dream (that i can recall upon waking up) so this had been like a drought. You can say life caught up with me, and probably the woes of work and worries of my life at large contributed to it. Nowadays, sleep has been all-out concussion when I hit the sack and the dreams kind of stopped. So you can imagine my impulsion when, the moment I woke up that I'd remember the dream I'd just had.
It was a brief one, but military-based no less. I was one of 2 soldiers in a war. We'd somehow escaped a massacre the enemy had brought onto our small group in the field, in a way because we got separated from them. We laid low, observed and planned on taking out these targets. It was peculiar though, the way we did it.
We'd placed 4-6 rifle rounds on the ground, close to one of our dead guys when the enemy wasn't looking. The rounds were placed vertically and in good order of 2 rows of 2-3 rounds each. Curiously, this placement caught the attention of 2 of them. Don't ask me how many others were there because I have no idea in my dream. So the 2 dumbos approached the neatly arranged ammunition (bullets, if you will) and one of them decided to look sideways between the ranks of the rounds. The other guy I was with, was positioned in a camouflaged manner, such that they didn't even see him at about 2 metres away! He'd positioned himself aiming between the arranged rifle rounds. So once the first enemy looked between the rounds, my comrade pulled the trigger, killing the enemy instantly. The other enemy was caught by surprise, but before he could respond, I came right up behind him and gave him a shot in the head.
The two were taken out execution style, for the sake of the war, and to revenge our dead guys.
Who were we at war with? No idea. It's just a dream. I'm not a war veteran but these scenes come up occasionally in the past too. Military scenes with war going on. Wonder what all that means... and I suppose too, that if it weren't for my father waking me up at noon, the dream might have continued...
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Friday, June 30, 2006
chicken rice stall owner
this had happened 2 weeks back. even further back than my movie combo.
i dreamt that a rich chicken rice stall family-run business gave my family and i a mercedes benz. why? they were going to scrap it. @#$% and we took it anyway. we took it to be scrapped. we saw the scrapyard person drive a forklift truck into the windscreen of the car. we sold it for a lot of money. and then we went to look for a kangoo-like mini-van to buy. my mum actually was doing the test-driving while we sat in the back. goodness it was so "wtf", all of that...
i dreamt that a rich chicken rice stall family-run business gave my family and i a mercedes benz. why? they were going to scrap it. @#$% and we took it anyway. we took it to be scrapped. we saw the scrapyard person drive a forklift truck into the windscreen of the car. we sold it for a lot of money. and then we went to look for a kangoo-like mini-van to buy. my mum actually was doing the test-driving while we sat in the back. goodness it was so "wtf", all of that...
movie combo
this happened close to more than a week ago. madness that i can still remember it.
first dream: toy story.
i was one of the toys. but the storyline doesn't exactly follow the movie. instead, we were venturing into the garden (think typical american homes with backyards), swinging ourselves out of danger using the clothesline, and basically trying to get out of harm's way with a bunch of pals who stuck together in this time of crises. i think there was even a roller skate or some small vehicle we hung on to with four wheels that got us propelled into the air out of danger (think that's somewhere along the part of the clothes hanger in the backyard shows up)...
second dream: the da vinci code.
i was the disappointment of a son to my father, owner of a huge mansion with a big garden + decorative fountain/shallow pool. i returned to my father's house in his final days of sorts, pushing him in his wheelchair and talking to him. he mentions of a mystery that sparks of a chain of events as i investigate into the matter. all rather mysterious and suspenseful.
all that... i dreamt, more than a week back. within one night.
i know that i had another dream totally different from these 2 just a few days back. sadly i can't recall its details. i only know i had dreamt.
first dream: toy story.
i was one of the toys. but the storyline doesn't exactly follow the movie. instead, we were venturing into the garden (think typical american homes with backyards), swinging ourselves out of danger using the clothesline, and basically trying to get out of harm's way with a bunch of pals who stuck together in this time of crises. i think there was even a roller skate or some small vehicle we hung on to with four wheels that got us propelled into the air out of danger (think that's somewhere along the part of the clothes hanger in the backyard shows up)...
second dream: the da vinci code.
i was the disappointment of a son to my father, owner of a huge mansion with a big garden + decorative fountain/shallow pool. i returned to my father's house in his final days of sorts, pushing him in his wheelchair and talking to him. he mentions of a mystery that sparks of a chain of events as i investigate into the matter. all rather mysterious and suspenseful.
all that... i dreamt, more than a week back. within one night.
i know that i had another dream totally different from these 2 just a few days back. sadly i can't recall its details. i only know i had dreamt.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
special ops bullshit
iraq. somehow i was sent to this queer place that was in chaos, probably in the middle east. i was sent there as some sort of special ops miltary representative. but i was to be detained in a room for quarantine or something. i didn't want to stay there much, so i tried to escape. some nurse guy came into my room, of which i punched him unconscious. then i took the lift and escaped from the building. it was almost like a hotel. after i took the lift down to ground floor, it was almost as if that place had a lobby that resembled that of a hotel.
i ran out of the place and tried to steal a car to drive away in. somehow i crashed nearby and had to continue on foot. strangely, my parents were involved. they were told by the hotel representatives that their son - me - had caused massive damages to their property and they would therefore have to compensate the hotel management with a huge sum of money. =_= sounds ridiculous... but i also had no idea how i was present hearing this in person.
then i was arrested to be detained at another location. it was supposedly an airport. this time round though, i wasn't alone. there were other military personnel in similar predicament. we were cramped into a room, in which we discussed how we could get out of the place. when the supposed authorities opened the door of our room, we fought our way out. some of the detainees said to the rest of us that, some of us have to sacrifice and that the rest would have to get out. the fella was caught and electrocuted by a stun baton held by the guards. his face practically turned blue with the electricity flowing through him.
the rest of us hurriedly ran out. i headed for a staircase and ran as fast as i could. i think i ran down at least 4 floors, hoping that nobody came after me. i also knew that there was going to be a lot of security cameras all over the place, but i didn't care. i simply had to get out of there. i reached the ground floor, and saw a carpark of sorts. all this while i had on my back a tee that spelt out that i was a quarantine detainee. or something to that effect. i continued running. i had the thought of removing my top and acted as if i were getting a workout by jogging, but i didn't really do it somehow.
i ran out of the location, past unmanned barriers of the carpark, and on to a long stretch of road outside the building. as i ran, i got caught up by the guards. they cornered me to the roadside, and stunned me with a baton until my face turned blue. seriously... >_>
but the stranger thing happened.
the scenario was rewinded.
i was at the carpark running again. i had yet to run past the barricades. this time, however, i instinctively knew i would be caught if i ran out just like that because i wasn't fast enough on foot. i had to find somebody in the carpark who was leaving to hitch a ride with. i spotted this short-haired lady leaving in her minivan. the type that looks like tha Kangoo. i pleaded with her, and she let me in. i hopped in to her minivan and she drove off. i'd originally requested her to drop me off at a crowded place. but she confessed to me she was actually one of the guards. i was devastated. i cried (in my dream only) and requested that she drop me off somewhere nearer, hoping that she would take pity on me. she agreed, and did a u-turn. apparently the road leading out from the carpark headed towards the left. now she's heading towards the other direction. i somehow understood that this direction was less likely to be searched by the other guards and felt glad she was helping a little at least.
that was all. there isn't anymore.
i ran out of the place and tried to steal a car to drive away in. somehow i crashed nearby and had to continue on foot. strangely, my parents were involved. they were told by the hotel representatives that their son - me - had caused massive damages to their property and they would therefore have to compensate the hotel management with a huge sum of money. =_= sounds ridiculous... but i also had no idea how i was present hearing this in person.
then i was arrested to be detained at another location. it was supposedly an airport. this time round though, i wasn't alone. there were other military personnel in similar predicament. we were cramped into a room, in which we discussed how we could get out of the place. when the supposed authorities opened the door of our room, we fought our way out. some of the detainees said to the rest of us that, some of us have to sacrifice and that the rest would have to get out. the fella was caught and electrocuted by a stun baton held by the guards. his face practically turned blue with the electricity flowing through him.
the rest of us hurriedly ran out. i headed for a staircase and ran as fast as i could. i think i ran down at least 4 floors, hoping that nobody came after me. i also knew that there was going to be a lot of security cameras all over the place, but i didn't care. i simply had to get out of there. i reached the ground floor, and saw a carpark of sorts. all this while i had on my back a tee that spelt out that i was a quarantine detainee. or something to that effect. i continued running. i had the thought of removing my top and acted as if i were getting a workout by jogging, but i didn't really do it somehow.
i ran out of the location, past unmanned barriers of the carpark, and on to a long stretch of road outside the building. as i ran, i got caught up by the guards. they cornered me to the roadside, and stunned me with a baton until my face turned blue. seriously... >_>
but the stranger thing happened.
the scenario was rewinded.
i was at the carpark running again. i had yet to run past the barricades. this time, however, i instinctively knew i would be caught if i ran out just like that because i wasn't fast enough on foot. i had to find somebody in the carpark who was leaving to hitch a ride with. i spotted this short-haired lady leaving in her minivan. the type that looks like tha Kangoo. i pleaded with her, and she let me in. i hopped in to her minivan and she drove off. i'd originally requested her to drop me off at a crowded place. but she confessed to me she was actually one of the guards. i was devastated. i cried (in my dream only) and requested that she drop me off somewhere nearer, hoping that she would take pity on me. she agreed, and did a u-turn. apparently the road leading out from the carpark headed towards the left. now she's heading towards the other direction. i somehow understood that this direction was less likely to be searched by the other guards and felt glad she was helping a little at least.
that was all. there isn't anymore.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
work woes
i'll have you believe i went to attend an interview with the CIA. yes... the intelligence unit. i went for an interview and ended up being hired on the spot. but they required me to settle some procedures on another floor and i had to use this clearance card to unlock the sliding doors .
the ridiculous thing was after getting out of the "classified" departments, they had a "public" area. of all things, the public area resembled the singapore science centre. i took my documents and stuff through the security checks and stuff. then i took an elevator back up.
the elevator was silly. at first, it went up the normal way. then as it approached higher floors, it started on this twirling manner. i was on an elevator following a path which was on a conical shape! i was like wtf?! i was feeling dizzy as it twirling round and round as it headed up. it felt dangerous too, because the elevator felt like it was dangling precariously.
when i finally reached the top, there was a "receptionist" of sorts. a man. he gave me some instructions and i proceeded into the rest of the building. and then i suddenly realised i was suppose to be applying for a job position different from what i was going to do.
and that was it, there isn't any more.
the ridiculous thing was after getting out of the "classified" departments, they had a "public" area. of all things, the public area resembled the singapore science centre. i took my documents and stuff through the security checks and stuff. then i took an elevator back up.
the elevator was silly. at first, it went up the normal way. then as it approached higher floors, it started on this twirling manner. i was on an elevator following a path which was on a conical shape! i was like wtf?! i was feeling dizzy as it twirling round and round as it headed up. it felt dangerous too, because the elevator felt like it was dangling precariously.
when i finally reached the top, there was a "receptionist" of sorts. a man. he gave me some instructions and i proceeded into the rest of the building. and then i suddenly realised i was suppose to be applying for a job position different from what i was going to do.
and that was it, there isn't any more.
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